Listening to Moyi with a darkened face, Yang Yizhi was almost so angry he laughed. Fire blazing in his eyes, he sneered, "Did my Father really say that? Has he lost his mind, uttering such absolute nonsense?"
Moyi was merely a messenger. Seeing Yang Yizhi blaze with anger—the first time he had ever witnessed such fury from his young master—he felt like an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. Terrified at first, his words began to stutter. "Y-Young Master, the Master really did say that... this humble servant wouldn't dare make things up. Please, Young Master, use your clear judgment." With that, Moyi dropped straight to his knees. When the young master was angry, he had no choice but to admit fault; the tiger was showing its might, and he dared not provoke it.
"I trust you wouldn't dare spout nonsense. It seems my father truly has lost his mind." Yang Yizhi knew all too well what kind of spine Moyi had. Too furious to stand, he simply collapsed into the nearest chair. Hoping to drink some tea to calm his temper, he found that when misfortune strikes, even drinking water goes wrong. He drank too hastily, choked himself, and fell into a fit of continuous coughing. The water went down the wrong pipe, making him feel as though he were coughing up his very lungs.
Chapter 313